Goodness gracious, it's the middle of August and here I am crossing off week 21 on my pregnancy countdown. Apparently the fourth time is a charm because I have felt the best this time around. (Translation: the vomiting has been minor, the weight gain has been steady, and the fatigue has been manageable.) December will be here before I know it and our fun family of five will be an even funner family of six. (Yes, funner is a word. My spell check didn't underline it with a squiggly red line so it must be a real word.)
All of us crammed into the ultrasound room this week to measure and screen Baby's anatomy. I'm thrilled to say that as of now, our little one is healthy as can be with no observable and noticeable concerns or developmental issues. A silent sigh of relief and an audible thank you, Jesus!
Last week our family took turns completing a poster board chart about Baby #4: gender, weight, length, hair, etc. The boys and I were convinced the baby was a boy, while Grady and Annalyse were determined it was a girl. Today's ultrasound settled that debate - and images were crystal clear so there was no debate.
Now that gender is known I've moved into Operation: Get Things Out of the Attic and Organized. Much to donate; much to consign; and much to keep and wash and organize. Nesting is happening full steam ahead.
She's already shared that "I'll buckle the baby in the seat" and that "I'll push the stroder" and that she wants to "rock in the rocker and sing my ABCs when the baby cries." Perfect - I've got a mother's helper under my own roof.
Oh - and for those that are wondering. Baby #4 is a BOY. Another handsome, energetic, always moving, generally rough, usually loud Peeler Boy is joining our family. And we couldn't be happier!